PRIVATE ROOM

The incident had been going on for a long time. On the night Ira miscarried for the third time, she found a strange chat on her husband's phone.

"Ir, have you seen my phone?" shouted Desmond from the bathroom.

Ira was pensive. She wanted to open Desmond's phone but couldn't. For the first time, she realised that her husband's phone was locked. Ira tried to enter her anniversary date, but it failed; her husband's date of birth failed, and her date of birth failed.

"Ir?" exclaimed Desmond. His voice was getting closer.

Ira grew anxious. She wanted to see her husband's conversation with someone called 'My Kitty' there. But all the numbers she entered needed to be corrected. Desmond's footsteps were getting closer. Ira was anxious. When her husband was just a few steps away, Ira dismissed her suspicious face. She turned around and smiled.

"Here. You put it here before eating."

Desmond smiled. "I'm getting older; it's only natural that I start to forget." He took the mobile phone held by h